End Road Concussive Event
Car radio love song
driving out past intention
and singing the static between stations .
I love you too,
that one-trick pony
of trying to have a girlhood
an ambient refrain of head on porcelain.
She is at the perfume hours and hours
assembling a way of being
a smothered creation
repurposed as endless creation.
That song is an assemblage of our abilities
an alliance between
all the ways of being
expressed as one attachment.
We enter here: looking at
one long relation
repurposed as everything we are —
trying to have a way
and having had a way .
That song: It’s been forever.
There is no exact expression for this,
and so the yearning.
She wears the perfume called Garçon
which smells almost like a meeting of the minds.
I wear Shadows which is nothing less than
what I was hoping to accomplish.
And here we are, love song, everything
you do we are always doing,
a kind of desultory program we tune into
as if the tuning were a location
and who we try to be is there.